Chapter 150
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Chapter 150: Sword Strike at Bai First Young Master
After sensing, Fang Lie discovered with surprise that Bai First Young Master wasn’t distant at all—merely ten miles away at most. Fang Lie also sensed the other was approaching slowly at the same altitude.
Since Fang Lie sat inside a cave beneath a thousand-foot mountain peak, Bai First Young Master’s matching height meant he too was inside the cave system rather than flying overhead. This puzzled Fang Lie. He’d chosen this cave randomly for secrecy. In a Secret Realm spanning tens of thousands of miles, why would Bai First Young Master stumble upon this exact spot?
If coincidence, it seemed incredible. If intentional, even more so—Fang Lie’s combat power now far surpassed Bai First Young Master’s. Why would the latter seek him out instead of fleeing?
Abandoning further speculation, Fang Lie quietly prepared defenses and waited.
Soon, Bai First Young Master crept closer. One final turn would reveal Fang Lei’s meditation chamber. But instead of stealth, the intruder suddenly lunged forward, hurling a serpentine Thunderbolt at Fang Lie’s chest while crowing, "Haha! Don’t blame me, Xiao Xuanzi! Your carelessness leaves you defenseless—perfect for killing!"
The attack dissolved against a sudden Buddhist light. When the glare faded, Bai First Young Master gaped at Fang Lie, trembling. "You?! I tracked Xiao Xuanzi!"
Fang Lie chuckled, tossing a corpse forward. "You found him."
"Damn fool!" Bai First Young Master spat at Xiao Xuanzi’s body. "Couldn’t even afford an Earth Escape Talisman? Worthless trash!"
Clearly, he’d intended to ambush the East Kunlun Inner Elite Disciple—a high-value target normally beyond his reach. With Xiao Xuanzi’s defenses stripped, a stealth kill could triple Bai First Young Master’s wealth overnight, making even failure to secure the Arhat Immortal Fruit Tree worthwhile. The Mo Sect’s Fang Lie would conveniently take blame for the death.
Smirking at the botched scheme, Fang Lie remarked, "Two scoundrels mirroring each other. You marked him, he branded you with Sword Energy. Saved you the trouble of hunting each other, no?"
"Curse you!" Bai First Young Master brandished a yellow divine symbol. "This isn’t over!"
He vanished underground via Earth Escape Talisman—his second displayed. Fang Lie shook his head at the waste; even Puhua lacked such treasures. Storing Xiao Xuanzi’s corpse, he pursued with the Chifeng Sword’s guidance.
Emerging ten thousand miles away, Bai First Young Master realized escape was impossible. "Fang Lei tracks Xiao Xuanzi’s mark. No speed, no treasures left… Only counterattack remains."
He unleashed twelve Flying Swords from his Sword Case, arranging them in a deadly Formation.
Hours later, golden wings glinted as Fang Lie approached. Desperate, Bai First Young Master shouted, "We’re both Mo Sect! Killing me weakens us! I’ll compensate treasures! The Bai family’s friendship guarantees—"
"One problem," Fang Lie interrupted cheerfully. "Letting you live would itch my conscience. I prefer clean endings."
"Damn it!" Bai First Young Master shouted furiously. "Shouldn’t you consider the sect’s benefits? Sacrificing personal grudges for the Mo Sect is necessary! Your Fang Family claims loyalty to the Mo Sect, yet you act so selfishly at this critical moment!"
"You’re wrong," Fang Lie sneered. "Killing you *is* for the Mo Sect. Scum like you tarnish the sect. The more of you die, the stronger the Mo Sect becomes!"
Without another word, Fang Lie activated the Chifeng Sword, transforming it into a massive blade hundreds of feet long. Like Pangu cleaving the heavens, he swung it down at Bai First Young Master’s head.
Bai First Young Master cursed but retaliated, summoning twelve cold dragons. The icy streaks clashed violently with the Chifeng Sword, clanging like metal against metal as the two fought fiercely.
Fang Lie wasn’t a sword cultivator. He wielded the Chifeng Sword like an axe chopping wood—brutal, relentless, with no finesse. Such crude methods risked damaging the treasure and injuring himself from backlash.
But Fang Lie didn’t care. His Healing Art mended wounds instantly. Pain meant nothing to him.
Bai First Young Master fared worse. Skilled in swordplay and Formations, he could only defend against Fang Lie’s savage strikes. He’d rather duel the refined Xiao Xuanzi than this reckless brute. At least Xiao Xuanzi wouldn’t fight like a madman without an undying nature.
Despite Bai First Young Master’s efforts, each clash rattled his body. The Sword Formation wasn’t meant for defense. Over time, the accumulated backlash made him cough blood, then vomit organ fragments.
Within fifteen minutes, Bai First Young Master collapsed unconscious. Without Magic sustaining it, the Sword Formation shattered.
Fang Lie’s intense hatred burned. This man had planted Blue Butterfly Dress to betray him. The Thousand Souls’ Funeral’s toxins and grievances had tormented him endlessly. Now, that pain fueled vengeance.
Without mercy, Fang Lie swung the Chifeng Sword. Crimson peaks erupted, carving a canyon hundreds of feet deep into the ground. Bai First Young Master was reduced to dust—only his Sumeru Bag and Sword Case remained.
Fang Lie pocketed the treasures. "Safe travels," he smirked. "My mind’s clear now."
The Secret Realm contest concluded with Fang Lie slaughtering 29 of 30 participants. No Path Contest had ever been bloodier. Past contests spared at least a few survivors, but now, only the most despised remained. The major sects’ favored disciples were all dead.
Outsiders would rage, but Fang Lie couldn’t wait to see their twisted expressions.
With days left before the Secret Realm’s month-long timer expelled him, Fang Lie scavenged using his Earth Eye Divine Skill. The untouched realm brimmed with Spiritual Energy, yielding ancient spirit pills and rare minerals. He even found a three-thousand-year-old Nine-Petal Rainbow Mushroom cluster before the teleportation power whisked him away.
